notes on my door Stranded on the shore You're leaving me notes on my door I was drowning in a holy war Now you're leaving me notes on my door On my door, on
So far from home I was not meant to walk alone I was drowing in a holy war Now your leaving me notes on my door Stranded on the shore You're leaving me notes on my
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
PHOENIX (Jim Webb) « © '67 Jonathan Tree Music » By the time you got to Phoenix I was rising I read the note you left hanging on my door
And then I knocked hard on the door That old dark piece of wood She fell right in there on the floor And as she did a fire burst out on all sides I wondered
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
[On the CB.] Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept for
Rosamond and gorman With his stunning wife ethel A tree, a tree. Billy was a mountain Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder Billy was a mountain
Lookin' for my, my... My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x) Say... my right hand, my right hand man My right hand, my right hand man My right
the terror slashed throats blowin' genuwine murder notes tree smoke i inhale and spit treacherous tales to the shorty's i;m wanted dead or alive bloodhounds on my
to me, it takes tiles to tango. Come on. JOE No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! NORMA Oh come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me. And
(difford/tilbrook) I've come across the desert To greet you with a smile My camel looks so tired It's hardly worth my while To tell you of my travels
Honey girl on her feet I wish everything to make her sweet Strike twice Okay so roll [Incomprehensible] From Harlem, strike one Lightining strike Harlem slum to penthouse block On every door
prove it Now maybe it's time to excel I'm alright jack got my hand on my stack And defences to make you think twice All the gold in my walls are in hideaway
day Like cheating on test I failed to study for Having premarital sex and doubtedly a couple more In my late teens I was hot like the oven door Know my
on making my report And tuning my sweet song towards the earth, I?ll change my fate, which left me here since birth. Sonnet II Six notes only had I
